They ran as fast as they could from the exploding Hydra base, and still Bucky could feel the heat scorching his back. Another 10 minutes and finally they were far enough away, and Bucky promptly collapsed at the foot of a tree -- his legs were screaming in pain. He knew that the Winter Soldier would have just ignored it and kept going, but as Bucky Barnes, he deserved a rest after what just happened. Steve sat down more gingerly next to him, wincing a bit as he did so.
"Well, that was thoroughly horrible." Bucky reached out to hold Steve's left hand as Steve called for air pickup with his right. "I didn't know Hydra still had *that* up their sleeve."
"Hey, it's all right." Steve laughed bitterly, snapping the phone shut and leaning heavily against the tree. "What's a little forced sex between two people in a committed long term relationship?"
Bucky choked out a laugh. "Yeah, it wasn't like Hydra succeeded in a few days what we've been trying and failing to do for the last year. We should really send them a gift basket." All joking aside, it really *was* horrible. It was an ambush, and they got immediately separated. Then for two days it was the usual regimen for Bucky -- tests, drugs, and the chair. He shuddered at how easy it was for him to revert to the Winter Soldier. His therapist would call it survival instincts. But by the time they pumped him full of aphrodisiacs and lead him to Steve on the third day, it felt like just another mission.
Looking back now, Bucky could process the full horror of the situation -- Steve suspended from the ceiling, spider gag in his mouth, knife and whip scars all over his body in different states of healing. Blood and cum dripped from his face and his hole, loose from the continuous rapes. Who knew what else they'd done to Steve in the two days.
It was supposed to be Steve's final humiliation: to have the restored and docile Winter Soldier fuck Captain America at Hydra's command. Hydra sure loved spectacle -- first they made Bucky suck off everyone in the room while Steve watched. Then they maneuvered Steve's arms and legs around like a puppet to their desired angle of entry, and ordered Bucky to fuck Steve's mouth and ass.
"Fuck, that was horrible." Bucky said again. "I'm sorry about raping you like that. Rape sucks." Understatement of the year. Especially when you're being raped by the shell of a the man who was your husband.
Steve tightened his grip on Bucky's hand. "It's all right. I made you come, for once. I guess that counts for something." Bucky sat up to lean against the tree next to Steve. This way they could hold hands without having to look at each other. "Plus you took the opportunity to weaken my chains with that new hand upgrade."
Bucky frowned. Was that what he was doing? It was all really confusing. The Winter Soldier part of him saw it as just another day, another mission. He shuddered at how easy it was to suck cock as the Winter Soldier. Suck, fuck, be fucked, it hardly mattered. Guess the debilitating triggers he experienced as Bucky Barnes really *was* a sign that he'd recovered his humanity.
But if he were weakening the chains at the same time, that meant that the Bucky part of him was fighting back. He didn't remember events very well as the Winter Soldier -- they were just a series of tasks completed, without much personal context. "You made me come? I don't remember." His own orgasm wasn't part of the mission parameters. "All I remember was that they were really angry at me for something, and then they ordered me to suck you off. Ugh." Bucky leaned into Steve and said again, because it was the only thing he could say. "I'm sorry."
Steve sighed and pulled Bucky in closer while picking at a scab along his thigh. "That was our first time, Buck." He stroked Bucky's hair gently. "It shouldn't have been like that."
"For what it's worth, it was the look on your face when you came that turned off my conditioning." The sight of Steve crying angry tears as he came in Bucky's mouth.... "I knew that it was something that mattered to ME. Not a mission, not an order. But something that I'd wanted for a long time. Except not like that." All that wanting and not-wanting, it was like he was back on the helicarrier again. Bucky remembered the flood of emotions that followed -- joy at the taste of Steve's cum, distress at what he'd just forced out of Steve, and finally, cold rage at what Hydra had done.
"Well, we got out, and now they're just a pile of rubble." Steve's voice echoed the same rage that Bucky felt.
They stayed quiet, holding each other a bit longer. It felt nice, nestled in Steve's shoulder like this. Bucky knew that it's going to take time for Steve' to process what happened to him. Heck, Hydra's tricks are old hat to Bucky by now, but it's still going to take him a LOT of therapy sessions to process this. But there's one thing he needed to confirm now. Before the quinjet arrives for pickup, before all the doctors and the debrief sessions.
"Steve?"
"Hmm?"
"We're gonna be okay, right? We're going to work through this. Together. Like all the other times." Well, there weren't exactly other times where Bucky was forced to fuck Steve, but Bucky figured Steve knew what he was talking about. This whole experience probably set the Sex Problem back to zero.
"Y'know, they really wanted me to come from what they were doing to me, so they kept injecting me with these vials of ... something." Steve said suddenly.
"Oh yeah, that's some top brand aphrodisiacs custom-made for super-soldiers. Before you came along I was pretty much the sole test subject and recipient." Bucky supposes that he could laugh about it now. "Sexual torture is Hydra's favorite kind, and Hydra takes their work seriously."
"Well, I snagged a couple before we blew everything up." Steve admitted with a forced lightness in his voice. "I don't think I'd want to do anything any time soon, but maybe..."
Bucky turned and gave Steve a tight hug and a gentle peck on his cheek. "Oh my god, you punk." Bucky shook his head in wonderment. This punk who didn't know when to stop. Who'd think to grab some of the tools of his torture just because it might help Bucky with his broken dick. Bucky was the luckiest man alive to be married to this punk. "I love you so fucking much."
Steve smiled and gave him a chaste kiss in return. And Bucky couldn't stop grinning. Yup. They're going to make it through this just fine.
Fill: Horizontal Tango [6/6] Re: The sex is just never going to be okay (but Bucky sort of is)
They ran as fast as they could from the exploding Hydra base, and still Bucky could feel the heat scorching his back. Another 10 minutes and finally they were far enough away, and Bucky promptly collapsed at the foot of a tree -- his legs were screaming in pain. He knew that the Winter Soldier would have just ignored it and kept going, but as Bucky Barnes, he deserved a rest after what just happened. Steve sat down more gingerly next to him, wincing a bit as he did so.
"Well, that was thoroughly horrible." Bucky reached out to hold Steve's left hand as Steve called for air pickup with his right. "I didn't know Hydra still had *that* up their sleeve."
"Hey, it's all right." Steve laughed bitterly, snapping the phone shut and leaning heavily against the tree. "What's a little forced sex between two people in a committed long term relationship?"
Bucky choked out a laugh. "Yeah, it wasn't like Hydra succeeded in a few days what we've been trying and failing to do for the last year. We should really send them a gift basket." All joking aside, it really *was* horrible. It was an ambush, and they got immediately separated. Then for two days it was the usual regimen for Bucky -- tests, drugs, and the chair. He shuddered at how easy it was for him to revert to the Winter Soldier. His therapist would call it survival instincts. But by the time they pumped him full of aphrodisiacs and lead him to Steve on the third day, it felt like just another mission.
Looking back now, Bucky could process the full horror of the situation -- Steve suspended from the ceiling, spider gag in his mouth, knife and whip scars all over his body in different states of healing. Blood and cum dripped from his face and his hole, loose from the continuous rapes. Who knew what else they'd done to Steve in the two days.
It was supposed to be Steve's final humiliation: to have the restored and docile Winter Soldier fuck Captain America at Hydra's command. Hydra sure loved spectacle -- first they made Bucky suck off everyone in the room while Steve watched. Then they maneuvered Steve's arms and legs around like a puppet to their desired angle of entry, and ordered Bucky to fuck Steve's mouth and ass.
"Fuck, that was horrible." Bucky said again. "I'm sorry about raping you like that. Rape sucks." Understatement of the year. Especially when you're being raped by the shell of a the man who was your husband.
Steve tightened his grip on Bucky's hand. "It's all right. I made you come, for once. I guess that counts for something." Bucky sat up to lean against the tree next to Steve. This way they could hold hands without having to look at each other. "Plus you took the opportunity to weaken my chains with that new hand upgrade."
Bucky frowned. Was that what he was doing? It was all really confusing. The Winter Soldier part of him saw it as just another day, another mission. He shuddered at how easy it was to suck cock as the Winter Soldier. Suck, fuck, be fucked, it hardly mattered. Guess the debilitating triggers he experienced as Bucky Barnes really *was* a sign that he'd recovered his humanity.
But if he were weakening the chains at the same time, that meant that the Bucky part of him was fighting back. He didn't remember events very well as the Winter Soldier -- they were just a series of tasks completed, without much personal context. "You made me come? I don't remember." His own orgasm wasn't part of the mission parameters. "All I remember was that they were really angry at me for something, and then they ordered me to suck you off. Ugh." Bucky leaned into Steve and said again, because it was the only thing he could say. "I'm sorry."
Steve sighed and pulled Bucky in closer while picking at a scab along his thigh. "That was our first time, Buck." He stroked Bucky's hair gently. "It shouldn't have been like that."
"For what it's worth, it was the look on your face when you came that turned off my conditioning." The sight of Steve crying angry tears as he came in Bucky's mouth.... "I knew that it was something that mattered to ME. Not a mission, not an order. But something that I'd wanted for a long time. Except not like that." All that wanting and not-wanting, it was like he was back on the helicarrier again. Bucky remembered the flood of emotions that followed -- joy at the taste of Steve's cum, distress at what he'd just forced out of Steve, and finally, cold rage at what Hydra had done.
"Well, we got out, and now they're just a pile of rubble." Steve's voice echoed the same rage that Bucky felt.
They stayed quiet, holding each other a bit longer. It felt nice, nestled in Steve's shoulder like this. Bucky knew that it's going to take time for Steve' to process what happened to him. Heck, Hydra's tricks are old hat to Bucky by now, but it's still going to take him a LOT of therapy sessions to process this. But there's one thing he needed to confirm now. Before the quinjet arrives for pickup, before all the doctors and the debrief sessions.
"Steve?"
"Hmm?"
"We're gonna be okay, right? We're going to work through this. Together. Like all the other times." Well, there weren't exactly other times where Bucky was forced to fuck Steve, but Bucky figured Steve knew what he was talking about. This whole experience probably set the Sex Problem back to zero.
"Y'know, they really wanted me to come from what they were doing to me, so they kept injecting me with these vials of ... something." Steve said suddenly.
"Oh yeah, that's some top brand aphrodisiacs custom-made for super-soldiers. Before you came along I was pretty much the sole test subject and recipient." Bucky supposes that he could laugh about it now. "Sexual torture is Hydra's favorite kind, and Hydra takes their work seriously."
"Well, I snagged a couple before we blew everything up." Steve admitted with a forced lightness in his voice. "I don't think I'd want to do anything any time soon, but maybe..."
Bucky turned and gave Steve a tight hug and a gentle peck on his cheek. "Oh my god, you punk." Bucky shook his head in wonderment. This punk who didn't know when to stop. Who'd think to grab some of the tools of his torture just because it might help Bucky with his broken dick. Bucky was the luckiest man alive to be married to this punk. "I love you so fucking much."
Steve smiled and gave him a chaste kiss in return. And Bucky couldn't stop grinning. Yup. They're going to make it through this just fine.